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A Rhaast scenario where he realizes he might need reader in his life, and loves her? The thought of a powerful entity being all soft and vulnerable when it comes to their love interest is +++

I wholeheartedly agree with these asks, planned for some sweet (maybe even comedic?) fluff but then my mind went, “yes, but make it angsty”

Rhaast x Injured!Reader Drabble: Fickle

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence and injuries

Mortal lives were fickle, that's why Rhaast loved toying with them so much. He enjoyed how fragile they were, how doable it was to end their lives. The feeling of power was too addicting, the only flaw with his victims being how it was a lack of challenge in ending their lives. The sick pleasure in cutting down hundreds at a time, mortal bodies were absolute fun. Never did he find their fragility as an issue.

Until now.

As he watched your body instinctively shiver, Rhaast carefully lifted the bed covers to see that red hasn't bled through your bandaged torso left. For once he was frustrated, cursing the world for how humanity was designed. If only they were tougher, it would be more thrilling to slay them. If they were stronger, maybe you wouldn't be a few steps away from death.

Your wounds were bandaged, your breathing was weak but consistent. Now what was left was for him to wait. To wait for you to recover and wake up. Rhaast laughed at himself. How his hulking figure was hunched over your small one. How his immortality and years of existence couldn't prepare him for seeing you in such a state state.

Human weakness was infectious. Rhaast learnt that the hard way through the time he spent with you. The patience you showed him he started to show back. The gentleness you displayed he started to observe and emulate back to you. When you told him the vulnerabilities of your heart, Rhaast realised he now had a vulnerability of his own. A person that no matter his hatred against humanity was, he wouldn't think for a second of harming them.

He realised he couldn't let you go. He couldn't let his one weakness wandering out in the open for any to attack. The one time you left you alone he came back to see you in a state far worse than the unconscious one before him. Your torso wasn't bandaged, it was wallowing in a pool of your own blood. Your cleaned face and body was covered in dirt and grime. Just thinking back to when he found you created a foreign pain in his chest. It was a pain he couldn't remedy, it wouldn't go away. All he knew was that when he put his clawed hands on your shoulders, when he felt your heartbeat setting a steady rhythm, or seeing how your chest was steadily rising and falling, the pain lessened.

Perhaps he was becoming the fickle one. It certainly felt that way as he spent his days next to your unresponsive body. Had you been a mere acquaintance, a person who was somehow worth more alive than dead, he would've left you to recover on your own. How you ended up so maimed was still a mystery to him, a mystery he intended on solving, or to merely destroy all possible suspects so that the true criminal was punished sooner or later. Had you been anyone else, he would've hopped on his feet and abandoned you to take matters into his own hands. Jumping into battle and slaying everyone like the Darkin was notorious for. But to do that would be to leave your side...

Audibly exhaling, Rhaast leaned back against the wall. A Darkin had no need to sleep and he no intention to. As the moon started to rise high into the sky, he settled his red gaze on you, his palm gently tracing down your cheek. He noticed everything. Every twitch of the muscles, every shift in your expression, every time your breath was a little more delayed. The signs of a living body he was so used to destroying, now he wanted them to be stronger. But for now, he could only observe and wait. Wait until his weakness was strong again.

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hey i was wondering if i could get hc of yoru and phoenix teaching their non-agent s/o to use a gun? Tysm for all ur great writing ❤

Sure thing and thank you so much for all your support!!

Phoenix, Yoru Teaching Their S/O to Use a Gun

Phoenix

A terrible teacher. His heart is in the right place but he simply doesn't have the understanding or awareness to teach. Gun use is second nature to him and he isn't able to comprehend how a first-timer may struggle with the aspects of a gun that he hasn't considered in years

He'll keep trying to teach you though. What sort of boyfriend would he be if he can't even teach his lover to defend themselves? He's incredibly stubborn that way, only stopping or taking a break when you request it

Eventually the best method for the both of you is to teach by example, you watch Phoenix's stance, posture and gun grip and you try to mirror it. It has its drawbacks though, Phoenix getting flustered, knowing your eyes are on him, noticing every little move he does

He'll try to impress you, attempting to make every shot a head shot, widening and straightening his stance to try and look like the cool hero who will sweep you off your feet. Only his posture now looks awkward to you and his shots are straying from the target, but you play along with his antics, nodding and smiling in encouragement

Phoenix is also extremely encouraging, seemingly at awe with every little milestone you reach. He's cheering when you shoot the gun, even if it goes wildly off the target. If you're getting frustrated how no bullet seems to land, he'll gladly offer some compensation kisses to lighten your mood

Yoru

Surprisingly good at teaching you! Under his brash personality is an extremely attentive and observant individual. Although it's been a long time since Yoru's had to consciously think about how to handle a gun, he can see how you falter or what mechanics of the gun seem to be unnatural

He can quickly identify the flaws in your stance and grip but he struggles to explain it. He'll simply say “your grip is wrong” without explaining why or how. It turns into a game of guess and check, with you adjusting your grip slightly and seeing if Yoru responds positively or not

Eventually he takes matters into his own hands, standing beside you and fixing your posture and grip manually. His hands over yours and his chest against your back, he moves you into position. Only when he's satisfied with your stance does he realise how close the two of you are and his tough walls come crumbling down

If you take the initiative and kiss him, Yoru will likely short circuit for a second. Only for him to huff and look away with a red face, telling you to just shoot the damn target. He'll never admit it but he'll purposely try to teach you hands on again for that intimacy, playing it off as there’s simply no other way to teach you

Yoru's feedback will always include a classic dose of his savagery and competitive nature. If you miss your shots he'll sigh and say you should be lucky he's here to do the shooting for you if you’re in danger. If you're landing all your shots and performing well, he'll take it as a personal challenge and does some shooting himself, hoping to impress you with his headshots

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May I request two seperate headcannon about aatrox and rhaast saving their kidnapped s/o please? The kidnappers didn't know they got the wrong target and ended held hostage of the darkins' partner instead!

I wrote it like the kidnappers took their s/o because they’re the darkin’s partner simply because I thought that would be more spicy~~~

Aatrox, Rhaast When Their S/O is Kidnapped

Warning: Violence, kidnapping

Aatrox

Aatrox is extremely protective of you and immediately sensed something off when you didn't come back to him at the time you said you would. A naturally nihilistic individual, he already believes the world only exists to corrupt you now that you're by his side

Overcome by fury, Aatrox tunnel visions on every moving thing that could possibly endanger you. He tears them apart with his blade, screaming in rage the entire time. You can hear gurgles of pain from your kidnappers and the squelch of skin. The scene is so bloody you're grateful that the kidnappers blindfolded you

The Darkin only recovers when you timidly call out to him and his actions are frantic as he frees you. Aatrox unbounds you and takes off your blindfold, his hulking figure obscuring your vision of the bloody scene behind him. Momentarily forgetting about his hard Darkin skin, he pulls you into an embrace so tight it might leave a bruise or two

Aatrox is apologetic after the whole ordeal. He has his head down in shame, humiliated and feeling undeserving of you. He believes he could've done something different, reaching you earlier or even be able to prevent the kidnapping before it even happened. It was his duty to look after you but he failed

If you're injured, Aatrox will find ways to heal you himself. Even if healing magic is quicker, he doesn't trust anyone else to look after you and will opt for slower, manual methods, never letting you leave his sight

Rhaast

At first, your disappearance doesn't bother Rhaast. He does think your lack of notifying him is odd but as an naturally impulsive individual himself, he figures there's a chance you were just being spontaneous

But when Rhaast realises what's happened, he's eagerly dashing through the shadows, on the hunt for you and your captors with a sick smile on his face. Of course, he's concerned for your safety but if your kidnappers wanted any mercy, they should've come straight to him. Now that they even dared harm you... oh, Rhaast was going to have fun

Once he finds you, Rhaast might get caught up in his bloodlust if you're not in critical condition. He'll spend his time taunting and playing mind games with your kidnappers. If you're extreme injured though, Rhaast will be much more efficient, cutting your enemies down until he can get to you

Rhaast sometimes shows consideration for you in odd ways. As much as he'd love to tear your captors apart, he lets you decide their fate. Shall they live, will they die? If they do die, how? You can even do the finishing move if you want. You can decide it all, Rhaast hopes it'll make you feel a little better

If you're extremely distraught after the kidnapping though, Rhaast is considerate enough to not be so insensitive. He'll offer you comfort through his presence, staying quiet or talking to distract you if that's what you desire

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[shurelyasreverie]

wow i just read your latest yone fic and my simp heart was shaken,,,,

i love how you write himmmm i cant wait to see more :D

ahahaha I'm really happy you liked that Yone fic!! I've had that plot in mind for so long you have no idea but I just wasn't able to ever get it sounding right sdkfjslkdfjs. So I'm super happy to hear you enjoyed the fic and my writing style in general 😊

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Soulmate au for Varus,Rhaast and Aatrox and kayn who they meet realize that their soulmate could help them recover to who they were and help with their problems (for the soulmate aus you could come up with a plot) to become better people and they never murdered but be respectful to the reader and her personality because she has seen enough death and she is fed up with it and don't want to see it as she lives and she has a rich personality

Since the request is really plot heavy and due to new rules I just did one darkin (I picked Varus since I'm a certified Varus simp lmao). A different soulmate au from the trademark arm writing on this blog, I wanted to explore a soulmate concept that could maybe work with Runeterra lore more~

Varus x Reader: Humanity (Soulmate AU)

How does one warm the cold heart of a darkin? You weren’t sure how, but with the blessing of multiple lives from the spirits above, you were going to keep trying until you succeed.

Word Count: 1293

Warning: Mentions of violence and death

You could always tell where Varus was through your hearing. The sound of silence that told you everything had been slain. Soon you would see the actual bodies that confirmed your thoughts. Again, you continued walking through the lands of Runeterra, until you came across the man you had been searching for.

His back was to you, but his audible growl signalled he knew you were there. It had become a sixth sense of sorts for the two of you, to always know when you were in each other's presence. His bow was already in hand but he didn't turn to face you.

“I told you to leave me alone,” he seethed.

“And you should know by now that I can't even if I wanted to.”

In truth, your mortal life should have ended centuries, if not millennia, ago. But when you were sent to the spirit realm, you were turned away. Celestial beings from the realm beyond stated your duty was not over, even though at that time you were unaware you even had one. They brought you back to the material world, telling you that you must remember this one command.

“Only you can stop the corrupted archer.”

With no other rules to go on, you wandered the land. You caught wind of the ancient legend of the darkin and the Void war, stories that were only passed down by word of mouth and likely distorted by time. Yet that was the only lead you had, you travelled to Ionia after what was likely lifetimes to find the embodiment of the corrupted bow and arrow.

The first time you met him, he instantly slayed you, only giving you the time to catch a glimpse of his face before you were sent back to the spirit realm. Thankfully when you found him in your next lifetime, he was more patient, cautiously cooperating and demanding who you are. Varus likely knew a lot more about you than you did of him, but you knew enough. Enough to know just how important it was to stop him before he ruined all of Runeterra.

In truth, your methods were unorthodox. You were given the command to stop Varus, but how? No experience in fighting would compare to his thousands of years of violence and his sheer ruthlessness. It was only until one quiet night, he did not sleep. Instead, he sat with his eyes alternating between his bow and his glowing chest. His hand of corrupted darkin flesh was a fist over where his heart would be. His eyebrows were furrowed, his face had softened into one of sorrow. Then, you didn't see a darkin, you saw a man. A man conflicted with inner turmoil.

When Varus noticed you were also awake, his sadness was replaced with his typical anger and he scowled at you to leave if you weren't going to sleep. You obeyed, with a plan in mind.

You were going to stop him with his own humanity. Follow him to the edges of Runeterra, acting as the angel on his shoulder as he attempts to devastate the land.

“You are nothing but a hindrance,” he snapped as he picked up his pace, walking away from you. You simply walked in stride. “But I suppose that's your intention...”

“You didn't even protect me the last time I died,” you complained and Varus' scowl deepened at your mocking tone.

“It's not my problem if you get caught in the crossfire,” he replied. “How many times have you died that way?”

You looked away, chuckling sheepishly, stopping when a thought struck you. “It didn't take long for me to find you this time. I would've only died on the other side of that valley. Were you perhaps waiting for me?”

Varus stiffened, his grip on his bow tightening. “Don't test my patience more than you already do.”

“And just sit back as you destroy this land? Kill all I hold dear?” You argued, opting for the confrontation route. Varus blinked, seemingly surprised at your response but you could see his muscles going taut as he tried to restrain his fury.

“You're lucky I even allow you near me and you still push your luck.”

“I'm just curious,” you shrugged as you took a step closer to him. “I want to know how I'm getting away with this. Maybe you aren't the big, bad darkin you want me to believe.”

“You've seen with your own eyes the villages I've devastated,” he replied, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips.

“But is that what you want to truly do?” you asked. “It's been taking a toll on you, I can tell.”

“Do not question me and don't you dare feign worry,” Varus hissed, the smirk gone just as soon as it appeared. “I know your purpose, don't think you can fool me.”

“Then why do you put up with me? Why not try and disappear off the face of Runeterra where I can never find you?”

When you finished speaking, Varus was trembling. Not from fear, but from desperately restraining his anger. A predator cornered, wanting to reassert dominance and attack the supposed prey. Standing right in front of him, you maintained eye contact. His next words were quiet and low but confident. The quiet before the storm.

“I could just kill you right here and now.”

You responded with the same quiet strength, voice barely above a whisper.

“Do it then.”

Varus didn't need to be told twice. In a fit of rage he lunged forward, abandoning his infamous bow. An arm went around your back, holding you in place as a blood red arrow formed in his hand, the tip pointing straight at your heart and digging into the fabric of your clothes. Your face betrayed you for a second, clearly alarmed, the innate fear of death overwhelming you before you hardened your expression again. You narrows your eyes, challenging the darkin silently as he stared at your face. His grip on the arrow tightened, he pressed the arrow further, just for you to feel discomfort but you weren't harmed just yet.

Although you've infuriated Varus almost nonstop, as tempted as he was to kill you to just get rid of one nuisance in his life, a brief respite, there was the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that reminded him it wasn't going to work. This wasn't the first time you challenged him to prove his hatred of you, and he remembered the first time he took the bait, driving an arrow into your heart. He hated the silence that ensued afterwards. He hated the sudden pain in his chest when you fell.

He hated how he sobbed over your limp body.

You were confident. Scarily so. Perhaps it was because you noticed how he hesitated before threatening you with empty words. So vulnerable in his arms yet your eyes held a daunting fire that seemed to slowly warm his cold, aching soul. His one weakness that he couldn't get rid of, he simultaneously wanted you to stay and disappear. His face scrunched for a moment as he growled to himself, pulling you back up to your feet.

“You may accompany me,” he said gruffly, walking away.

You blinked, stunned for a moment before hurriedly catching up with him, a grin growing on your face. “What's this, are we finally getting along?”

Varus didn't reply, only sending a wary look your way. It was soft yet concerned. For you, for him or for the future, you didn't know. All you knew was that it was a look that not a darkin would hold, but a human.

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[shurelyasreverie]

Not a request, just all my love for your blog ❤❤❤❤ I just read it through and loved every request you wrote. They are really perfect. (Sorry for bad English, it's not my mother tongue but I still wanted to take a chance to be able to say how much I love your blog!)

Ahhhhh thank you so much for all your support and love! It’s honestly so heart-warming seeing all the likes, comments and reblogs and just knowing you guys like my work. Also please don’t apologise for your English, it’s really good and English is a super hard language, thank you for sending in this ask!! 🥰

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[shurelyasreverie]

hey girl! you doing alright? hope you’re taking care of yourself. love what you do! :DDD

Thank you so much for asking, anon!! I’m doing great. Sorry for my sudden disappearance!! Pretty much, I’m establishing balance in my life and I’m trying to find where this blog fits into that. Also, I straight up didn’t realise how long I’ve been gone (I thought it was only a couple weeks, I swear 😅). I’m so sorry if I made people concerned with my whereabouts but don’t worry, I’m right here 😁

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Ghsgfhf sorry idk valorant, but if you like could you do smth for yone? Maybe when he's all azakana-ified and goes to see reader? Thx :-D

No problem! Sorry for the unexpected semi-hiatus, if you wanna know why I just disappeared I can only best explain it here. Thank you so much for your patience!!

Yone x Reader: Spirit Fighter

The invasion of Noxus created the perfect breeding grounds for the azakana to prey on Ionia's fallen warriors. In your darkest time, who will save you from your own demons?

Word Count: 1373

Warning: Violence and mentions of death

In your time as a blade wielder from one of Ionia's most reputable sword schools, you had fought many demons. You learnt that they took all sorts of shapes and sizes. You fought the lowly criminals that preyed on the weak, you fought demons in the most literal sense of the word that dared step foot out of the spirit realm. You fought the demons that came as Noxians that tore your beautiful village and comrades to shreds.

But you never thought that you would fight demons of your own.

Your back slammed into a wall, the back of your head also hitting it, the pain making you both numb and delirious. Collapsing to the floor, you heard the faint clatter of your blade as it fell from your grip. Trying to haul yourself up, you were pushed down by the crushing weight of a demon, it's talons digging into your shoulders and slowly piercing your clothes and skin. You didn't have the energy to scream. You freed your head, angling up so you could see the distorted silhouette of your azakana through your blurred vision.

You feebly struggled as you lost feeling in your body. Your energy was being drained out of you, the azakana eating the very essence of your soul. You willed your body to keep moving, yet you couldn't sense if it was. You fought against the whispers of the demons as it recited your regrets and insecurities, it had your soul in your clutches, it saw everything you saw for the past weeks. It saw the bloodshed as you clashed against invading Noxians, the bloodied body of your fallen elder, the glazed eyes of your fallen comrades. But it also knew what you felt. It felt your regret of being unable to do more, the regret of being unable to protect your lover from his own demise, the yearning to see your lover again. You couldn't protect any of them and the demon amplified the pain.

You only had enough energy for one last sign of life. As you struggled to even breathe, you choked out a sob as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the darkness, only hearing the cackle of the demon.

Silence. Nothingness. Oblivion. Was this what awaited a soul that wasted away to an azakana?

A piercing screech stirred you awake, followed by a desperate cry to your name. Every muscle holding a heaviness that made you unable to even open your eyes, you could only listen and feel. Feel the warmth of your own blood staining your clothes, listen to the cries of pain from the demon. You could hear the faint slashes of a blade as it cut through the air before cutting through flesh. With every demonic scream, strength was returning to you. First, you could open your eyes, with the second you could breathe as comfortably as your injured self could. Third, you were hauling your tired body back onto your knees.

You could take a look at your saviour, a lean figure that cut down your azakana. He adorned a blood red mask that obscured his face but with his dual-wielding blades, you knew only one who could fight like that. You've sparred against it for years, a style that made your weak heart soar.

“Yone,” you croaked, the constricting feeling around your heart finally lifting. In response, the masked man snapped his head to you, nonchalantly driving his blades behind him into the demon.

The azakana collapsed to the ground. Yone hurried to your side, picking up your fallen blade and pressing it's handle into your palm. Your fingers instinctively wrapped around it.

“Only you can slay your own inner demon,” he stated, breathing quick and words hurried. You looked over his shoulder to see the azakana, it's torso noticeably rising and falling as it breathed. A bandaged arm wrapped around your back to usher you to the demon and to also support you as you staggered. Step by step, he guided you to the amalgamation of your suffering, a dark, writhing mess on the ground. His hand was over yours, holding your blade with you, offering you his strength. Despite how cold his presence felt, it was comforting as you drove your blade into the heart of the monster.

When the demon stilled, Yone guided the blade back to be sheathed by your hip before gently turning you to face him. His hands were now on your shoulders, gentle enough to not provoke your injuries but tight enough to be sure that it was indeed Yone before you.

He spoke your name quietly, bringing a hand up to wipe tears you hadn't realised had fallen. A wave of exhaustion overwhelmed you and you fell forward, collapsing onto his chest which he readily accepted, arms comfortingly around you.

“We thought you had died,” you whimpered. You felt his lips pressed against your cheek, then more kisses up to the crown of your head, his mask nudging against your temple. He felt changed, colder, holding a quiet strength a normal mortal wouldn't. But he also felt so familiar, how nurturing his hold felt, how you felt so protected despite being inches away from death a mere moment ago.

“I did,” he replied, you were surprised he even heard you. “But my duty to protect this land is not over. It will take more than death to take me away from the material world. Away from you.”

You pulled your arm up, tentatively reaching for his mask. You wanted to see his full face again, in all his glory. But his eyes widened, tilting his head down in shame when he realised what you were trying to do.

“It won't come off,” he said bitterly. “It is the work of the azakana. This realm is becoming rife with them.”

You felt his hands trace over your injured back and he grimaced. “An azakana's strength relies on pain and sadness... the invasion of Noxians makes it ideal for the demons. These days have been cruel to you.”

“Ever since you left,” you admitted. “The village is in shambles. It was so hard...”

Adrenaline was leaving your body, leaving you aching and your wounds stinging. You couldn't help but lean into him more, reassured by his heartbeat in your ear, the rough material of his bandages against your skin. His arms were tightening around you, almost lifting you up.

“We must get your wounds treated,” he stated. “Then you should return to the sword school and rest.”

“Where will you go?”

“I must slay the demons,” Yone muttered. “Every last one of them before they harm anymore innocent souls.”

A hand tilted your head up to face him as he searched your features. Through the mask you could see how solemn his expression was, almost distant. He pressed you closer to him, feeling his muscles tense. “Victims of the azakana suffer a fate worse than death. If I was any later to find you I would've-”

“But you weren't,” you reassured. “You saved me.”

“And I'll do it as many times as I must,” Yone replied. “For you and Ionia.”

“You don't honestly expect to do that all yourself. Take down all the azakana? Let me help you,” you volunteered.

“With those wounds?” Yone sounded almost angry.

“These wounds are temporary. When they're healed, I want to be by your side.”

Yone was silent, the only sounds being your footsteps. As much as it was your duty to protect Ionia, the way his lips were slightly curved down displayed his reluctance for you to take your duty so seriously.

The wind picked up and Yone straightened, his head taut like a hound detecting a threat. You wondered if your lover, changed by the demon mask, was able to sense the azakana, if he was connected to them. His gaze was distant for a moment, until you took his hand and squeezed. He dropped his head to look back at you, his face softening. “Two humans against an entire race of demons. The odds are stacked against us, but I'll willing to take them if it's with you.”

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[shurelyasreverie]

Thank You for 200!! + Update

It’s like a week overdue but I want to thank you all so much for all your support and love on this blog!! I feel like a broken record saying this but I genuinely never knew what to expect when starting this but the fact we got here just makes me so happy

I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to come up with a 200 Follower special or anything like it. (Also the irony of previously apologising for not posting for a few days and then deadass not posting for a couple of weeks, sometimes I impress myself with my foolery 😅)

In truth, my motivation for writing is low as of late and my motivation to write for League has hit an all time low (which really isn’t great given like- 95% of requests are for League skdkfsj). So not only thank you for 200 followers but also thank you for your patience as I try and pull out of this little writer’s block ❤️

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[shurelyasreverie]

Hi! I'm super new to your blog and have read a few of your drabbles and I absolutely adore them. My best friend adores your writing too and she introduced me to your blog and is super shy. I was wondering if I could request for her a Swain x reader? She just adores Swain so much and loves fluffy content. ❤

I feel so honoured having my blog be introduced and recommended between friends omg!! I’m glad you like my writing and please let your friend know that she (and everyone else) is welcome to drop by and say hi 😊

Swain x Reader Drabble: Break Time

Reaching your destination, you rapped your knuckles against the wooden door in front of you.

“Come in.”

Even though his voice was as commanding and eloquent as ever, you could hear the slight tinge of fatigue through the door. As quiet as possible, you entered Swain's office while carefully balancing a tray of snacks in your hand. And before you, sitting behind a desk, his face lit up by red flames, was the grand general himself.

Upon noticing it was you, Swains' taut face eased a little, his lip quirking up ever so slightly. Only for you.

“You don't have to do such menial tasks, my dear,” Swain stated as he eyed the tray in your arms, his voice now holding more vigour in your presence. “There are plenty of servants assigned for that.”

“I just wanted to pay you a visit,��� you excused with a smile before looking at him in concern. “You've been cooped up in your office all day.”

“The life of a general, is it not?” Swain asked, looking back down at his paperwork and signing documents as you approached him. “If I cannot dictate Noxus with a sword, I shall do it with ink. They do say that the pen is mightier than the sword.”

“You should still rest though,” you chastised as you slid the tray of refreshments across the desk, gently pushing the small pile of folders away. “Just half an hour, take your mind off of business and enjoy the snacks I handpicked just for you.”

“Tempting,” Swain replied, amused. “But these contracts must be done before the sun rises... I suppose I could have a ten minute break.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Fifteen.”

“Fine,” you sighed. Swain carefully put away his quill and placed the lid over a small vial of ink. When he placed them to the side of the desk top, he turned back to see a cup of freshly brewed tea taking their place.

“Done just how you like it,” you smiled and he sent an appreciative look back.

“We shall see about that,” he teased light heartedly, taking the teacup. Although you had made his drinks plenty of time before, becoming a little ritual for the two of you, you still couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of anticipation as Swain took a sip. Every move he made was calculated, he scrutinised everything around him. You watched as he placed the cup down, swallowing.

“Simply divine,” he stated. “Much like its brewer.”

He sent you a knowing look and you immediately averted your gaze, heat coming up to your face as he chuckled.

“Come,” he invited, pushing his seat away from the table, giving you space to situate yourself on his lap. When you did, he loosely put his arms around your waist. “I hope your day was pleasant.”

You hummed in affirmation. “Didn't do much, though. Just wandering around the streets, enjoying whatever Noxus has to offer. It was a shame I had to explore alone, though.”

“I do apologise,” Swain admitted. His arms around you tightening. “This state of matters will not last forever. Let these next few days pass and I will be by your side yet again.”

“A few days?” Your jaw dropped, visibly appalled.

“Of course, I will join you at our bedchamber tonight and all the nights to come,” he explained. “But I'd hope you'd be asleep by then.”

“I'll stay awake for you.”

“You will not,” Swain eyebrows furrowed. “Your health should be your first priority but ironically it is mine instead. You must rest.”

“And so do you,” you countered. “You're looking more tired than usual. Staring at all this paperwork is doing no good for you.”

“Perhaps I could do a meditation or relaxation of sorts for the remaining time we have,” Swain mused. “I presume you will stay for its entirety? Your presence would be greatly appreciated.”

“I won't go anywhere,” you reaffirmed.

Swain responded with a ghost of a smile, pulling your figure even closer to him, his tainted hand wrapping carefully around your own. His face nuzzling your hair, a chaste kiss placed on the crown of your head before he lay his cheek there. His eyes closed, you could feel the tension leaving his body as his arms lay lax around your waist and lap.

“You spoke of exploring what Noxus had to offer?” Swain asked. “Do tell me.”

“Don't you want to relax? Maybe just staying quiet is best.”

“Your presence is soothing enough, my dear. Enlighten me, I insist.”

So you did, speaking in hushed tones as you were huddled into his chest, cherishing this small window of time you had together.

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May I ask how many followers do you have?

I mean... why do you want to know anon...? 👀

Jkjk I’m currently on 194 followers. It’s veeeeeeery close to 200 so if anyone wants to be a legend and get us to that milestone...  😉😉😉

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Oooo can you do a drabble with Akali please? I don't have any specific ideas, I'll leave that up to you. Thanks!! ^_^

I was in an angsty mood~~~

Akali x Reader Drabble: Parting

Akali tried to be as quiet as possible, hurriedly stuffing as many belonging as she could into her bag. It was the middle of the night, the only lighting being the moonlight and the candles that dimly lit the temple rooms. Shadows looming over her in the darkness, she felt as if there were figures all around her, chastising her for her decisions. She had to be quick, before anyone caught her. Especially you...

“Akali?”

She jumped in shock, turning around to see you. You were leaning against the door frame, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you stifled a yawn, your hair dishevelled and attire wonky. Normally she'd laugh at the sight, you were simply adorable but now was no laughing matter. You were the one person she was trying to avoid, because she knew that once she set her eyes on you, her resolve was going to crumble.

“(Y/N).”

“What's going on?” You frowned at the open bag in front of her, suspiciously filled with weapons and living essentials.

Her breath stopped for a moment, contemplating her decisions as she couldn't bring herself to look at you. After a few seconds she let out a sigh. She couldn't lie to you.

“I'm leaving the Order.”

Your eyes widened. “What? What's Shen going to say-”

“Shen already knows.”

“And he agreed?”

“He... complied.”

“Then why are you trying to sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“... he'll figure it out when he realises I'm gone,” Akali admitted.

“Akali, you can't just leave-”

“What, and live a lie for the rest of my life?” Akali snapped, glaring at you. Although her heart stung as she saw your crestfallen face, she maintained her gaze. “Can't you see this whole balance thing isn't working out? If we want to keep the Ionia safe, we need to take action here, in the material world.”

“Yes, but the spirit realm must be kept in check too,” you replied. “We'll be making it harder for ourselves if the demons of the spirit realm are able to come here, or if vengeful spirits have the power to return. We need to put our attention on both realms.”

“Whatever,” Akali muttered. “I'll deal with them when they come out just like I'll deal with any human.”

She plopped back down on the ground, fastening her bag. You watched.

“So you're just going to leave?”

“Yep.”

“But...” you bit your lip, looking away. “Where are you going to go? What are you going to do? Admittedly, some of the acolytes here are a little... stubborn, but there are many understanding people here. We're family, are we not?”

“Baby birds get kicked out of the nest one day,” Akali muttered.

You stayed quiet for a few moments. Part of Akali wanted you to bite back, for you to lose your composure and snap at her for her decision. To get angry at her for leaving you, it would make her feel so special.

“I can't decide your path for you,” you stated calmly. Akali huffed, her heart dropping.

“You sound like Shen.”

“Am I wrong though?”

It was now Akali's turn to stay silent, where she tried to keep her views resonating in her mind like an echo chamber. This was for not only her sake but yours, she told herself. Staying in the Kinkou Order only allowed her to be a sitting duck, she'll never be able to truly protect you unless she leaves, free to do what she wants. Balance be damned, she's never letting you step a foot into the spirit realm if she has a say in it. She’d rather send herself there in your place anyday. This was for the best.

“I'll be leaving,” Akali announced, standing up with her bag slung over her shoulder. She turned her back to you, exiting the room.

“Wait,” you said solemnly.

And against her better judgement, she did. Akali was her own person, she did what she wanted, but you always managed to override her independence. She didn't turn around, she could hear you quietly approaching her. She couldn't bear to face you, not now when it was meant to be farewell.

She felt your arms wrap around her torso and her breath immediately hitched. Your chest against her back, she could feel your heartbeat against her, beating in time with hers.

“Please, come back one day,” you whispered.

“You know I can't-”

“Not to the Order, but to me.”

She could swear that you could feel her heart race, but you simply waited for her response.

“I will,” she replied automatically, before feeling you press a chaste kiss to her cheek. Her skin was burning under your touch. You smiled softly.

“I'll be waiting.”

You were pulling away from Akali, her body feeling cold now that your arms weren't around you anymore. Taking a step back, you readjusted the strap on her bag and straightened any articles of her clothing that were misaligned. You took one final look at her, straight in the eyes. “You should go before the others realise your plans.”

Akali could barely tear her eyes away from you as you stood back. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the Kinkou Temples, knowing that she left her heart behind with you.

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Could you doing something along the lines of if Sett had a younger brother and how their relationship would be? Also really love your works!!!

Don’t worry, the request wasn’t weird at all and thank you so much for your support!!

Big Brother!Sett x Reader Headcanons

Expect a lot of teasing as you grow up. Sett will always jokingly tease you for just about anything but it's all in good humour. If it bothers you though, he's sensitive enough to stop and apologise after being chastised by your mother

Sett will not let you or your mother lift a single finger even when you were young and money was scarce. He discreetly tried to give you his food and portions without you realising, if anyone bullied or bothered you, he took care of it without you noticing

When he first got into the criminal underworld life, he told you one night in a hushed whisper when your mum was out so she wouldn't hear any commotion if there was any. Even into adult life the two of you managed to keep it a secret between the two of you, convincing your mother that Sett got the money through safer means

When the money starts rolling in, Sett spoils you rotten as if you're still a kid. If you want anything, you're getting it. You need money? Just take it, pamper yourself with jewels and other expensive belongings, Sett doesn't mind and seeing you live a lavish lifestyle makes him feel like he's truly contributed to the family

Sett will never stop being extremely protective of you. Even if you know how to fight, even if you're independent and can stand your ground, Sett will uphold his duty as big brother all his life and will never let you face anything alone

Continuing on, he will never let you join in on the fights in the Noxian pits. It's far too dangerous and if you get injured, it makes him feel as though he's failed in his duty as the self-proclaimed protector of the family

Sett kind of sucks at comforting you but he tries. If there's a problem, he usually pummels it to the ground but he can't exactly do that with your emotions. He'd give you a firm side hug, letting you cry into his shoulder as he tells you everything's going to be okay

If you ever get a significant other, Sett will actually be quite relaxed and friendly around them, letting his intimidating frame do all the talking. It's only when they leave he'll pull you away, saying that if there is even the slightest red flag he will beat them up with is own fists. Sett will only tolerate you dating the best of the best

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Would you be please write headcanons for Fiora with a fem s/o who flusters easily

Drinking game idea: Take a shot for every time you read “flustered” in this piece LMAO

Fiora x Shy!Reader Headcanons

Oftentimes when Fiora makes you flustered, it's unintentional. She is honourable and honest, so when she notices something about you or something you do that's worth praising, she'll simply say it, without realising the potential ramifications

But when she does know what gets you flustered, she's definitely keeping it in mind. She loves to rile you up and she gets awfully proud of herself and will recite those lines whenever you least expect it. Just because she's strategically planning the time to fluster you doesn't mean she doesn't believe what she's saying to you, though

More often than not, you two will just be known as the couple that perpetually fluster each other. Fiora has spent her life rejecting suitors and the romantic life in general and so lacks experience. The fact her words and affection mean so much to you makes her heart soar and she gets flustered herself. But overall, she's much better at hiding her emotions than you and remains as poised as ever as she internally panics

Fiora most definitely goes out of her way to see you flustered. She'll teach you how to sword fight for self defence, only to spend her time correcting your stance, gently holding your limbs and moving your waist when she feels particularly bold and no one is looking. But if you point out, she’ll immediately say she has no idea what you’re talking about

She can get extremely confident and flirty if she’s able to cover up her intentions (such as the sword training example above). However when she genuinely just wants to hold your hand or feel your arms around her, she goes red in the face and trips over her words, putting your reputation as someone who gets flustered easily to shame

Fiora may jump to conclusions when you get flustered by others. From a distance, it might look like you're uncomfortable or embarrassed and she immediately intervenes with whoever you're talking to with a stern voice, hand already over her sheathed rapier

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Ooh could we get headcannons on how the Darkins woo their S/O?

Not gonna lie, I dunno what “wooing” entirely entails but I tried 😅

Aatrox, Rhaast and Varus Wooing Their S/O Headcanons

Aatrox

Aatrox is surprisingly good at impressing you with his words. If no one else is around or in earshot, he will praise you to no end. Your appearance, your personality, how much he feels honoured to be in your presence, nothing escapes him

His words are almost poetic, he says them with a slight tone of desperation. Under his words of love he's begging you not to leave him, the one person that allows him to see the light in this darkness that he considers life, how much he needs you. You will never be able to doubt how much he wants you

If his physical form allows him to, he's pulling you close. His affection can be very wholesome, waiting for you to reciprocate and validate his actions. His grip is tight, he doesn't even need to say anything and you can feel the yearning coming from him

He's the type to offer you small gifts of appreciation. They're well thought out and hold great sentimental value to him, they're gifts that try and capture just how highly he views you or gifts that you've passingly said you wanted that Aatrox took seriously

Rhaast

Initially he's the absolute worst at wooing you. It's not that he doesn't try or a lack of effort, but both of you have very different ideas of what's considered romantic or impressive. He often tries to appeal to you with the belongings of his victims, usually their jewellery or armour, the shiny, pretty objects but it's quite a buzzkill when you realise they're “unethically sourced”

However, when Rhaast learns that stolen loot and the heads of your enemies aren't the best way to get to you, he will likely appeal to you through body language. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you close to him, making sure you never leave his clutches

His hard darkin body make his affection a little uncomfortable and awkward and times but that’s not going to stop him. He’ll try again and again to find a way to hold you while letting you be comfortable

Rhaast isn't a poet, far from it, but his brutal honesty can be almost endearing. It's nice not having any doubt of whether he loves you or not as he says he wants you, to never leave him or go out of his sight, how he'll destroy absolutely anything and anyone to find you. His words leave you stunned and falling further in love with him

Varus

Out of all the darkin, he initially seems the best at impressing you but it's very disingenuous. He only knows what to do because he's following tips from Valmar and Kai but you can tell he doesn't have his heart in it yet, he doesn't truly understand why he's saying these flirty lines

Varus was made to be inhumanly beautiful and he knows it. His goal is to charm you by sending you flirtatious looks and making sure you notice his body language as he angles his body towards you or reaches out for you. He rarely uses anything else like gifts to try and get your attention

He naturally has an advantage over other darkin with his human appearance. This allows him to hold you to his chest or shower you in kisses if that's what helps you fall in love with him. He'll try everything to see what makes you weak at the knees, finding all your exploits

Eventually though, Varus will start to understand the actual art of wooing. He finds enjoyment in your sweet reactions, getting flustered or red in the face, struggling to face him and then it all clicks into place for him. He doesn't need tips from the other souls in his head anymore, the reward of you falling deeper in love with him is enough

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ANNOUNCEMENT: Blog Changes

Hey everyone! I’ve decided to carry through my plan seen in this post. Simply put, this secondary blog is now only for fic/writing related posts and asks (i.e. requests, writing praise and constructive criticism)!

If you guys want to ask me/hear me talk about the games themselves (i.e. critiquing champions, discussing concepts/lores/skins, my OCs, shameless simping, the whole shabam) please follow my primary blog @shurelyasrequiem!

I’ll finish the asks about lores/concepts that are already on this blog inbox and then after that, please send them to my primary 😊

Thanks!!

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I just saw those drawings of the two gods and......

I want them to be Champions, mother of the night looks so cool and can have such intersting interactions with Diana, a diffrent deity, not one of the moon but the night ( like Nyx Primodial Goddess of Night/ Night Incarnate)

And the other one of magic and protection, amaizing potential with demacia, for both of them

Very true!! There could tension of Diana supposedly abandoning her duties as Aspect of the Moon as that would surely be related to the night. Perhaps the Mother of the Night has this air of superiority around Diana, telling her that she should do her bidding. I think they should definitely have ties with either Demacia or Mount Targon